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castle_whims2022-08-15 11:06 am
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INTRO MINGLE
WELCOME IN
ORIENTATION DAY
It’s a bright Monday afternoon at the Academy. If the sun happened to be visible, it would certainly be shining. The new semester that everyone has been waiting for is about to begin!
All students wake up at exactly the same time–not that you’re aware of this. Even those who don’t normally sleep must have given into slumber at some point; they, too, will jolt awake with the strangest sensation that someone was just whispering in their ears. The beds that you’ll find yourself in are small and unfamiliar, and you wake up wearing a uniform that you don’t recognize even though it fits you like a glove. A red book with black cardstock lining the inner cover sits on each dorm nightstand. Opening the book reveals a strange code of conduct. The following pages list, in alphabetical order, all of the students.
Beyond the handbook and a change of familiar clothes in the closet, there’s little personalization to the rooms, and they lack most homey comforts. As unusual as these surroundings may seem, it’s impossible to shake the subtle, lingering excitement: It’s the first day of school! What a delightful occasion. Shouldn’t everyone want to make the most of the year? The subtle, unshakeable desire to achieve sits in the back of every mind like the story of a happy dream. Perhaps you brush your hair or wash your teeth before going on with your splendid day. Your reflection in your bathroom mirror looks a little off, did you forget to cut your hair before the big day? Perhaps you realize that your nails or claws have been trimmed recently. A little odd but you must have been excited for a brand new school year.
The world outside the dorm room holds a few more answers, but most things are still shrouded in mystery. Today, it seems that some rooms are still locked up tight from summer vacation. Beside the dormitory and hallways, only the cafeteria, kitchen, gym, playground, school store, and A/V room are accessible. Outside the cafeteria, a digital sign titled DAILY SCHEDULE offers little structure, save for one afternoon event: 5PM - PREFECT’S ORIENTATION - AUDITORIUM. There’s a lot of business to take care of on the first day of school, after all. No one can just be expected to start learning without the proper preparation.
With some time to kill before the promised orientation takes place–and, according to that rulebook, everyone is expected to attend–students have only each other and the various robot sheep for company. With such a small class, perhaps working together will bring you newfound and long-lasting partnerships. The robotic staff seem polite, at least, if a bit confused at the sudden flurry of non-scheduled activities.
How will you spend your first day before classes begin?
OOC NOTES
While we're sure that some people are dying to get a head start on investigating all of the mysteries of the school (we're excited to reveal them), please hold your investigation comment ideas until the weekly post goes up tomorrow. As all ground floor locations should be open for exploration at that time, we invite everyone to scratch all of your investigation itches on tomorrow's post at noon (also Eastern)! In lieu of investigation threads today, characters may speak to/question/accost the Little Brothers, who have an NPC thread down below.
Thank you, and have fun!
Little Brothers
They seem to be engrossed in their work but if you call out to them, they'll respond.]
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YO! SHEEP DUDES!!
WHAT GIVES!?
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Where is this place? Where's my brother?
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Take me to your leader! [He pointed at one of the sheep, striking some kind of actiony-pose to assert dominance.]
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...What is going on, sheepies?
Anya's...confused...
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But the thought of that brother makes him remember exactly why he's approaching the thing.]
Uh, hi, Mr. or Miss Sheep...things. Question, is my family okay? And, follow up up question, are they still at home, or are they somewhere else?
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CW: Vague 101 Dalmatian Street Spoilers
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[At the end of the day, there was only one reason why Yasu of all people was enrolled in such a prestigious academy. It was the only thing that made sense.]
Excuse me, Sheep-san? Where's my shift schedule?
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Later on, she can be found wandering around, having written down something on one of the pages of her notebook that she'll present to anyone she encounters or who bumps into her, although she'll do a double-take at any nonhumans.]
Sorry if I didn't notice you, I'm deaf. I can read lips, though it's easier if you know sign language.
Do you know where we are?
[Later on she'll have added "human" before the word "lips."
In particular, she can be found on the playground, peering outside the fence and squinting at the road, or in the cafeteria peeling an orange.]
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Anya doesn't know anything.
[Speaking--err, thinking of, she doesn't seem able to access her powers...]
Anya doesn't know sign language, either. Anya's sorry. [She shifts on her feet.] But Anya especially doesn't know where we are.
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[Though, later, he seems to brighten up when he's at the playground, looking for some kind of way to turn these things into personal death traps. A good place to start is the swings, where he sits on one and then starts twirling around so he twisted the ropes or chains or whatever's holding the swings up to the metal frame, before backing up a bit.] Hey, watch this! [He didn't even wait for somebody to tell him it was a horrible idea before his feet left the ground, leaving him to become a spinning projectile as he swung back and forth.]
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H--Huaaaa?! Watch out!!!! You'll get real hurt real bad!!!
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So that's the state she is when she exits room 10 and heads for the playground, where she jogs in laps around the perimeter for a while. It's a little strange not having her brother there, but maybe she can find some other company?
Still following along in her morning routine as best as she can, her next destination is the kitchen (via the cafeteria, naturally), where she can be found rummaging through the supplies, getting an idea of what's available. She... may get engrossed in this to the point of not actually getting around to making anything.]
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Mao Mao? Badgerclops? ...Anyone?
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WHERE AM I!?
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Yasu stares up at the talking bat, totally dazed. She... must've heard wrong, right? There's no way that the bat actually...]
U- Um, hello?
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is it a microaggression to mention dracula to a bat
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She took a deep breath in. Looking over the profiles once more, she came to the realization this could only be one thing...
An enemy base. And they had Anya.
Remain calm. They prey upon fear! Anya assumed a brave stance...before she marched over to the first person she saw, and extended a hand.]
Anya is Anya! It is nice to meet you! Anya is new here too! So let's get along!
[....Unfortunately, she has the smile on her face...
Later, Anya can probably be found at the cafeteria where she's trying to find a bag of peanuts, or the gym which she's scoping out just in case there's a game of dodgeball. That could be dangerous, and she doesn't want to lose again.]
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[UM. WHAT IS THAT SMILE.]
Hi?...kid?
[PLEASE STOP SMILING LIKE THAT]
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Presumably, there's a variety of sharp implements to be found there, but Kuro decides that's not what she's looking for. A kitchen knife isn't a sword, and she wouldn't try to use one like the other. A heavy skillet, though... At least that has some good heft when you swing it! She rattles through the cabinets, searching for the heaviest one that feels comfortable in her little baby arms.
She also might be berating the Little Brother in the room. Just a little bit. ]
Seriously? This is the best you've got?
[ Later on, she can be found in the gym. She read the rule about "property damage," but nevertheless, she is giving the dodgeball in her hands some pretty rough treatment. Also, the wall she keeps throwing it at. Over and over, she pitches the ball as hard as she can at the sterile white wall of the gymnasium, only to snatch it back up on the rebound. ]
I—! Don't—! Have—! Time—! For—
[ The words are bitten out in time with the dodgeball's dull, thudding rhythm. ]
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Still, she'd woken up early for once, so might as well use that time to get a little more reading in. After shambling through her morning routine, Yasu absentmindedly cracks open the student handbook, looking for her bookmark, and-]
O- Oh.
[Yasu spends almost a full minute gawping at her profile in the handbook before she creeps out of her room, swiveling her head back and forth in search of something, anything remotely familiar. She takes a cautious step down the hallway, shivering, and-
Immediately trips and falls onto someone, squeaking out an,] Eep! [as she tumbles down.
Later, after exploring the school for several hours (and scoping out all the closets she can hide in if she ever needs some alone-time), Yasu settles in the school store. The first order of business was to secure a notebook. Doodling always calmed her down, and this was definitely a situation that required stress management techniques. The second order of business...
Is to find some red string, and tie it inside the handbook's spine, carefully fastening it to the inside of her uniform. (The handbook was obviously important, but it didn't feel right to give it a proper home.) Yasu's tongue sticks out slightly as she concentrates on the delicate work, totally oblivious of how odd she must look to any passerby or that there are even any passerby at all.]
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[Jeanne collects herself, planting her feet firmly on the ground - but she's surprised to be not knocked very far as the other person is an even tinier child. She can stand them both steadily upright with effort soon enough.]
Are you quite alright? [She's taking out a handkerchief. What was available in the school store may be a bit coarse, but at least it's a pure white.] I never thought I'd have cause to be grateful I was dressed so casually.
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
[oh shoot oh shoot oh shoot]
WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY JUICE!?!?
[wait what-]
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[Later on, in the kitchen, a distinct smell of chili begins to waft through the air-along with some grumbling.]
Stupid school...stupid lack of speed...the minute I get my speed back I oughta-
[>Investigate?]
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JUICE STEALER! PREPARE TO BE SQUISHED!
[Adorabat finally flies into view. She's looking around frantically trying to find whatever criminal stone this person's drink.]
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Kitchen. Because SPICES.
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He did not know. This, too, was disorientating. Worrying. Perhaps he had suffered some kind of psychotic break, perhaps the pressures that he had been exerting on himself had caused some part of him to lose its grip-
But surely he should at least have some kind of memory of the event.
His thoughts were in turmoil, full of anxiety and questions and a desire to find Carlisle, or perhaps one of his brothers, ask them if they knew what had happened to him. It was enough of a distraction that it took several moments of movement to realize he also felt strangely deafened, nose-deaf, that even visual details seemed more unusually blurred than normal. It was only when he glanced in the mirror that he felt he had finally begun to understand, because a monster's gaze met his there, and the proof of its crimes shone in blood red irises.
His confusion suddenly became cool, distant, and he felt that perhaps he finally understood. He had not been strong enough. He had turned around after delivering Bella safely to her home and he had returned to Port Angeles, he must have. And now he was in Hell.
He must have been blocking the memories, he decided, and was filled with a brief, bloodthirsty regret that he could not even remember what he had done to the man, if this was to be his punishment. It was a high price to pay, especially since he did not even have the satisfaction of knowing how he had died. Still, he would have suffered. That thought was both satisfying and sickening. He had thought himself stronger than that. He had wanted to be better. He had always known he wasn't.
He does not bother changing out of his uniform--there seemed little point--before he entered the hallway, flipping through the handbook page by page, eyes flicking across the pages. He returned again and again to the pages of student profiles. This was the first thing that he'd seen to make him doubt his theory. School wasn't what he had expected from Hell, certainly, but an eternity of tedium certainly made sense for one, robbed even of those he cared about. Taken away from his family, taken away from Bella.
He was trying not to think of her, to avoid the sick sense of panic that began to set in when he did, concern for her wellbeing with her terrible luck. But, even if it made sense for him to be in Hell, what possible reason for the rest of these children?
It took him several moments longer to realize he was not alone than it should have, since the silent mind of the person near him did not give them away, and the rest of his senses were also muffled enough that he did not immediately notice them, distracted as he was.]
[Later that day, Edward has found his way to the Music Room. There is a battered old upright piano among the instruments, and he has sat down in front of it and is doing absolutely nothing. He is too still, not performing the tics and fidgets that he should if he wants to appear even slightly human, but he feels frozen internally and is having a difficult time caring enough to do so. The ache of his thirst is far milder than it usually is, especially recently, but that lesser physical discomfort is almost unwelcome. How is it that he burns less now? It seemed a cruelty.]
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...You don't have to be nervous.
[When she's looked at, Anya waves a little.]
Do you play music?
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Well, it's a little harder when he wanders out to the playground and realizes that wherever this is, it's situated on a cliff. While he does spend some time holding onto the bars of the fence and squinting below as though trying to determine if he could survive the fall, he eventually decides to leave it for now and head back into the school - checking out the cafeteria and lingering in the kitchen.]
These are supposed to cook for us? Geeze...
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[Jeanne speaks softly to explain that she's coming over as the voice draws her attention. What are "these"? ...it's the sheep things. Those are bizarre, but she finds herself looking at the complaining boy a bit skeptically.]
Oh, another one of them. I don't think this is the most troublesome way it could have gone, though.
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OKAY, WHO'S THE SHITSUCKING WEIRDO WHO PUT ME IN A FREAKING PREP SCHOOL OUTFIT? COME OUT AND GET YOUR ASS KICKED, COWARD!
[ ... she's such a nice girl, isn't she? Catch her stomping through the halls directly after yelling that, shirt untucked and jacket unbuttoned, literally just trying to find someone in charge she can punch. Yes she read the rules, yes the location is the part she's this mad about.
Once she's... not cooled down, necessarily, but resigned herself to there not being a way to kick the ass of whoever did this injustice to her, Ava ends up on the playground, hanging upside-down off one of the platforms and reading through her student handbook. That can't be good for her, can it? ]
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Including the swearing. Her training kicking in automatically, Yasu looks down and mumbles,]
T- The madam says you're not supposed to swear in the halls, Miss, um... [She mentally pages through her recollection of the handbook until she comes on Ava's prfoile.] Ava? [She phrases that like a question.]
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One: Hunter takes online courses.
Two: If he did get enrolled in private school, he would have actually gotten that haircut already.
Three: He... He was just chasing the postman around the park, right? His great auntie won't be happy to know that tidbit, but either way it was nowhere near his bedtime.
So here he is, walking out of his dorm with his jacket unbuttoned and his shirt untucked, frowning at the student handbook he's flipping through. ]
This has got to be some weird dream... [ Yeah. That's totally it. Still no awnsers on how he fell asleep in the middle of the park, but this all feels like a weird dream-
Then he sees the profiles in the handbook. ]
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[This girl seems to have wandered a little ways out of the dorm area and backtracked when Hunter's condition came to her attention. She has trotted over to a respectable distance from him and his book.]
There's no need to look through the entire book on my account - I'm the Iron Maiden, Jeanne!
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This will go on for a few moments until finally the door opens, and out steps...a dog-a Dalmatian, specifically, wearing one of the uniforms, a red collar with a silver star tag around his neck, and the hand book snuggly shoved under the collar against the back of his neck.]
This had better be a nightmare.
[Later, you might find the dog in the kitchen, rummaging around in one of the cupboards, lightly placing anything in his way off to the side so he can look around more.]
Oh, come on! Not even a bit of kibble? This is ridiculous!
[Or you might find him on the playground, not trying to play, but staring at the dark and dreary sky, before looking to you, a somewhat forced smile on his muzzle.]
Well, uh...at least we're probably still in London?
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Eventually though, he'll just end up outside the auditorium, reading through the handbook and patiently waiting for...whatever it is that's planned, because at this point he is severely out of his element, realizes as much, and would like to know what is going on, thank you.]
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...Idunno where London is. But we ARE in a playground. It's gotta be no fun just sitting there alone. Come on!
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outditorium. is that clever wordplay? not really. will I keep it anyway? as you can see, I did.
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This is outrageous! I demand to speak to whoever claims to be the headmaster of this - this sham academy! My parents will be furious! After all they've spent on my education...
[ Are you sure they didn't just transfer you here to get rid of you, V. Are you sure.
Lacking anything else to do, at least until orientation (however pointless that promises to be), Valmont can later be found making the rounds of the school - might as well get familiar with his surroundings. Most of the facilities he passes with a dismissive sniff, but the locked AV room actually seems to catch his interest. Standing on tiptoe, Valmont smushes his face against the window, eyes going huge. ]
I say - what in the world are those?
[ It's not clear what exactly he's so entranced by. Overhead projectors, maybe? ]
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What are what? [ He's going over to see what the fuss is about. ]
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[Despite the strong impression that Jeanne knows where she is going, in reality she has been kidnapped just like the rest of you and is embarking on various exploratory circuits of the school. In fact, she's almost more likely to have meaningful dormitory interactions when she comes back from the school store later well-supplied and ready to support. If there's one particularly wistful spot in her explorations, though, it's the gym. She is staring through the big double doors like Mulan in "Reflection".]
It wouldn't be proper to play in the uniform, but it would also be improper to arrive at the orientation in gym clothes... What a conundrum...
[So. What was going on in the school store? Lots of things! She's narrating it to herself enthusiastically!]
The school colors are burgundy and black, so I can get a red backpack or a black backpack, just like I heard about! I'll have a red backpack!
[She's loading this red backpack with the preexisting school handbook, an agenda, an unlined notebook, pencils, erasers, a white handkerchief... She purses her lips. That might be its limit. Pretty tiny cheap backpacks we got here.]
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Where'd you get that?
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It is rude to stare, she knows, but she cannot help it. She has never seen anything like this before. In her mind, the same useless litany is repeating over and over again, because it's the only thing she can think of to ground herself, and that means she barely even notices when the totally unrelated words fall out of her mouth: ]
What is this?
[ Anyway!! After that, she wanders all around the school, trying in vain to understand why she is here and who sent her. She comes up to the fence at the end of the playground and wraps her fingers around the wire, staring out at the cliff beyond. She goes through, like, everything at the school store, and may or may not cry out in surprise as she accidentally shines a flashlight in her own face! And, while she initially looks at the bland mush the kitchen Little Brother serves up with trepidation (and the apple with, weirdly enough, a flash of actual anger?), once she digs in, she eats ravenously, as though she hasn't had a proper meal in weeks. ]
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Hua? Are you okay??
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Luz Noceda jolts awake in a bed she doesn't recognize... and tumbles right out of it. No, no. She has to hurry. She has to stop King before... Before...
Where is she? Why is she excited about school at a time like this?
Nothing about the dorm room she wakes up in is familiar, and her anxiety about it only grows as she finds the student handbook and skims its pages. Not to mention the uniform she can't remember putting on - and are those her clothes in the closet?
The door to room 18 opens slightly later than most - there was quite a bit of sitting and internalizing - before Luz steps out. She's hesitant, but at least she's out of that uniform and back in something familiar.
Breathe in, out, step forward. Immediately bump into someone - literally. She's not exactly looking where she's going.]
Sorry, I'm- [looking at someone completely new.] Uhhh... Lost. Very lost.
[Later, she's come across the reception. It's closed, but that's not gonna stop Luz from trying to get in.
Or it will. She'll still pound on the entrance.]
Hey! Let me in! Whatever this is, it's not funny!
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[ The auditorium is clearly made to sit far more bodies than are actually in attendance. While normally this might mean that anyone could choose a seat anywhere over the auditorium, most of the aisle seats and back rows have been cordoned off. Anyone who wants to sit is going to have to come down to the front of the room and sit in the half closest to the stage.
A blonde girl stands on the stage, facing away from the audience. She’s surrounded by several worried sounding Little Brothers and flipping through a copy of the student handbook. Her Academy uniform is decorated with several additional strips of dark gold trim, and when she turns slightly to the left, the badge bearing the school insignia on her lapel is just visible. ]
It figures they’re acting weird…everything about this is weird. I mean, it was probably one of these creeps. “Goatforsaken,” “Older Little Sister”... This has to be some kind of joke… [ As she sighs, sounding exasperated, the people filtering in catch her attention, and she stops muttering.]
Already…? I guess it’s time to start. Shoo, shoo, get out of here already! [ She waves off the Little Brothers that have congregated around her, stuffs the handbook away, and turns to face the audience of students with the biggest and most forced smile. ]
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[ She clasps her hands together in front of her, though her hands might be sweaty given how hard she’s rubbing them together…or maybe that’s just all in the imagination. ]
Welcome to fall orientation for the ultra-selective Ira Academy! As you know, I’m the Prefect of this year’s class, and it’s my job to make sure you can cut it in time for graduation! I’ve been really busy getting everything ready, but I had to make an appearance to make sure that everyone is settling in just fine and that nothing is wrong! And if you fall behind… Well, since you have my guidance all along, you really can’t blame anyone but yourselves!
Your first chance to prove yourselves to me, your Prefect Miss Nanami, will be this Saturday, at the school-wide spelling bee and co-ed dance! And obviously, I won’t feel bad if you fail, so you had better prepare yourselves well! [ Seemingly very pleased with her speech, she erupts into laughter after all. ]
Ohohoho!
[ The Little Brothers applaud in unison. They seem pleased as punch as the announcement.]
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